As part of a government experiment, a normal young woman's house has been bugged and wired with cameras and microphones from top to bottom. The remarkable part is that the house was also rigged with covert chemical dispensers which can illicit a huge variety of effects. These experimental compounds can trigger anything from increased libido, to stimulating growth (in breasts, height, anything really, the R&D department are wizards), altered states of mind and sexuality.

After passing through the security checkpoints in the remote facility that legally doesn't exist, Dave checks into his office. His partner, Mike, is in his chair, keeping tabs on the screens. The pair has been observing normal life for the subject, named ${name} for about a week, as a baseline comparison. Their department had the teams draw straws to determine who got what assignment, and the schmucks down in Area C got the boring control house where another normal girl will undergo observation, but without the fun chemicals Mike and Dave will get to play with. Today's the big day, when they'll start pulling levers and see what happens. Management has given them broad leeway, despite the ostensibly scientific purpose of this "experiment" they don't really have a set goal, just get some kind of rise out of ${name} and don't get caught doing it. And the two men, like peas in a pod, just might have a silent gentlemen's agreement between them that they want to see some action.

${name} is going about an ordinary morning, complete unawares of what's awaiting her. Dave straightens his tie and gives a nod to his partner, who lights a cigarette and reaches for a big red button